Chapter 8: Volleyball
The sun rises, its golden rays lighting up the golden beach and filtering into the bachelors rooms.
Arnold wakes up, stretches, and walks over to the mirror. He flexes, admiring his massive pecs that dangle like a shelf over his chest. "Damn, look at these guns," he murmurs to himself, a proud smile stretching across his face. "Arnold's the strongest, Arnold's the best." He turns this way and that, admiring his reflection from every angle.
Brown walks into his bathroom, his head biting the door frame. "Ow, fuck," he mutters, rubbing his head.
"Growing ain't always a picnic, is it?" He steps back and inspects the door frame, his brows furrowing. "Well, shit. That's gonna need some fixing." He scratches his head, his massive body blocking out most of the sunlight streaming in through the window. "Maybe I can pick up some wood and nails at the store later," he muses, more to himself than anyone else. "Or maybe I can just ask one of the staff to fix it. Yeah, that sounds like a better plan."
Across the hall, Pietro wakes with a start, his body twitching with the remnants of a vivid dream. He feels a strange sensation, a heaviness that seems out of place. He sits up and his eyes widening as he takes in the sight before him. A massive tent has formed in his sheets, a thick, pulsating rod that seems to defy the laws of physics.
Pietro throws the covers off, his breath catching as he takes in the sight. "Holy...shit," he breathes, his dark eyes wide with shock and awe. He tentatively reaches down, his large hand wrapping around the base of his cock. A low groan escapes his lips as he starts to stroke himself, his massive length throbbing in his hand.
Meanwhile, in another part of the villa, Kiernan is also awake, his eyes fixed on the ceiling as he contemplates the events of the previous night. He had spent the night tossing and turning, his mind racing with thoughts of Benji.
- Pietro stretched languidly by the pool, his body glistening in the sun and his speedo full to the brim. The other bachelors were there too, their beautiful bodies on full display. Arnold was flexing his massive biceps, grunting with satisfaction as he admired his reflection in the water. Brown was doing push-ups on the pool deck, his thick muscles rippling with each movement. Kiernan was lounging on a chaise, his blue eyes hidden behind a pair of sunglasses, but his body was anything but relaxed. Even from a distance, Benji could see the taut lines of muscle that defined his torso, the way his abdominals clenched and unclenched as he shifted position.
Benji hesitated at the edge of the deck, his eyes widening as he took in the sight before him.
The bachelors had gathered around the pool, their enormous, muscular bodies gleaming in the sunlight. Arnold, now towering at an impressive 6'8", flexed his massive biceps, the muscles bulging and rippling like a waterfall. He grinned at Benji, his deep voice booming across the pool. "Come on over, little one. Let's play!" Without warning, Arnold scooped Benji up in his massive arms, easily tossing him into the air. Benji let out a startled yelp, his arms flailing as he tried to grab onto something, anything. He landed with a splash in the pool, the cool water momentarily taking his breath away. He surfaced, sputtering and laughing, his curly brown hair plastered to his head.
Brown, who had been watching from his spot on the pool deck, let out a booming laugh, his massive chest shaking with amusement. "Told you, little guy, growing ain't always a picnic," he called out, a wide grin spreading across his face. He held out a hand, his massive arm extending over the side of the pool. "C'mon, let's get you out of there. You're gonna have to learn to be quicker if you want to keep up with us big boys."
Benji hesitated for a moment, treading water as he looked up at Brown's outstretched hand. He knew that the Māori man was just trying to be helpful, but the sheer size of his hand made Benji feel even smaller and more overwhelmed. Nevertheless, he took a deep breath and reached up, his small hand grasping onto Brown's thick wrist.
Brown's massive hand closed around Benji's, and with a gentle tug, he lifted the younger man out of the water and onto the pool deck. Benji landed with a soft thud, his body trembling slightly with the effort of the lift. He looked up at Brown, a small smile playing on his lips. "Thanks," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. Brown grinned down at him, his dark eyes crinkling at the corners. "No problem, little guy. You're a trooper. Just remember, it's all about the competition, yeah?" He ruffled Benji's hair, his large hand mussing up the curls.
"You're doing great, mate. Just keep pushing yourself, and you'll see progress." Benji nodded, his cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and determination.
As Benji dried off and changed into a
pair of swim trunks, he couldn't help but feel a pang of insecurity. He was the smallest and weakest of the group, and it seemed like he was always going to be at a disadvantage. He knew that he should be grateful for the opportunity to participate in this crazy game, but sometimes it was hard not to feel like he was in over his head.
As he finished dressing, he heard the sound of laughter and splashing coming from the pool area. He took a deep breath and made his way back outside, determined to face whatever challenges were waiting for him.
As he rounded the corner, he saw that Arnold, Brown, and Pietro were still in the pool, while Kiernan was lounging on a chaise nearby, sipping a drink and watching the others with amusement. Benji hesitated for a moment, unsure of where to go or what to do.
Kiernan noticed him and waved him over. Come join us!" he called out, his deep voice cutting through the laughter and splashing.
Benji hesitantly made his way over to Kiernan, his eyes darting between the other bachelors who were still in the pool. "I was thinking we could play a little game," Kiernan suggested, a mischievous glint in his blue eyes.
We've got something special in mind for you," Kiernan reassured, a playful smile on his face. "Come on, let's get started."
Benji hesitated for a moment, but the encouragement in Kiernan's voice was enough to convince him. He took a deep breath and joined the group by the pool. Arnold and Brown were already out of the water, their massive bodies glistening with a sheen of water. Pietro was still in the pool, his massive cock visible through the thin fabric of his speedo. Benji tried not to stare, but it was hard not to be impressed by the sheer size of the man.
Pietro's cock was obscenely large, the tip peeking out from the top of his swimsuit like a large, ripe fruit. Benji felt his own cock twitch at the sight, and he quickly looked away, his face flushing with embarrassment.
Kiernan, noticing Benji's discomfort, chuckled. "Don't worry, mate. It's not every day you see something like that." He clapped Benji on the back, a warm smile on his face. "Now, let's get this game started, shall we?"
The other bachelors gathered around, their eyes gleaming with a mix of excitement and competitive spirit.
Benji swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest as he tried to hide his nerves.
"Alright, little one," Arnold said, his deep voice booming through the air. "Kiernan here has a little game planned for us. Wanna know the rules?"
Benji nodded, his voice barely above a whisper. "What's the game?"
Kiernan grinned, his blue eyes twinkling with mischief. "It's volleyball” he said, his voice laced with a playful challenge.
Pietro, already out of the pool and drying off with a towel, sauntered over to Benji, his massive cock tenting his shorts and leaving little to the imagination. "And I think it's only fair that we make this interesting," he added, a wicked glint in his dark eyes. Arnold and Brown exchanged smirks, clearly enjoying the Spaniard's mischief. Kiernan, ever the competitive one, raised an eyebrow at Benji. "You in, little one?" he asked, a hint of amusement in his deep voice. Benji's cheeks flushed at the sudden attention, his eyes darting between the towering figures surrounding him. Despite his nerves, he couldn't help but feel a spark of excitement at the prospect of the game. "Sure, I'm in," he said, trying to keep his voice steady.
There was a pause as the other bachelors looked at each other, considering the best way to organize the teams. Arnold was the first to speak up, his deep voice booming through the air. "First let's make teams. To make it fair we'll put you with me and Brown. And the other team will be Pietro, Charlie, and Kiernan," he suggested, clapping Benji on the back in a friendly gesture.
Benji felt a rush of relief at being paired with Arnold and Brown. At least he wouldn't be completely outmatched. He looked over at the other team, feeling a pang of unease. Pietro, Charlie, and Kiernan all looked so confident, their bodies bulging with muscle and testosterone. Benji suddenly felt very small and out of place. But he pushed the feeling aside, determined to give it his best shot.
Charlie, meanwhile, looked like a mirror image of Benji, standing a few inches shorter than his teammates, his body noticeably smaller and slimmer than theirs. He shot a nervous glance at Kiernan and Pietro, who were both easily taller and more muscular than him. "Guys, maybe we should switch. I'm not sure I'm the best choice for this," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Pietro frowned, crossing his massive arms over his chest. "Nonsense, Charlie. You'll do just fine. Besides, it's more fun this way, isn't it?" He gave Benji a wicked grin, his dark eyes twinkling with amusement.
"Or we could make it even more interesting. What do you say to a kiss for the winning team? The two who win the most games get to kiss our little prize."
Pietro's words caused a sudden hush to fall over the group. The other bachelors exchanged glances, their expressions a mix of shock, excitement, and determination. Benji felt his cheeks flush at the sudden change in the game's stakes, but he couldn't deny the thrill that coursed through him at the thought of spending the night with the winners.
Arnold let out a low whistle, a wide grin spreading across his face. "Now that's a twist I can get behind," he said, his deep voice booming across the pool area.
The other bachelors nodded in agreement, their competitive spirits ignited by Pietro's suggestion. Benji, however, felt his cheeks flush with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. He bit his lip, hesitating for a moment before he finally found the courage to speak up. "So, what happens if I win?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. A collective chuckle rippled through the group, but it was Kiernan who answered, his blue eyes twinkling with amusement. "Well, little one, that's the best part. If you win, you get to choose which one of us gets to spend the night with you.
It's only fair, right?" Benji's eyes widened in surprise, his mind racing with the sudden development. He had never imagined that the game would take such a turn, and the thought of having to choose between the five bachelors left him feeling both flattered and overwhelmed.
Arnold, catching the sudden flush of Benji's cheeks, let out a hearty laugh. "Don't worry, little one. We'll make sure you have the time of your life, no matter who you choose." Brown nodded in agreement, his dark eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and desire.
"Don't you worry, little guy. You're in for a treat tonight."
Benji's heart was pounding in his chest, his mind racing with the sudden turn of events. He couldn't deny the thrill that coursed through him at the thought of spending the night with one of the bachelors, but the idea of having to choose between them left him feeling overwhelmed.
He took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart. "Alright, so what are the rules for this volleyball game?" he asked, attempting to steer the conversation back towards the game.
"Simple as can be, little one," he boomed. "First team to fifteen points wins. Arnold's deep voice rumbled with amusement, his blue eyes twinkling with mischief.
"Let's the game begin, little one," he announced, his massive hand clapping Benji on the shoulder. "First team to fifteen points wins," he added, a playful grin spreading across his face. Brown nodded in agreement, his dark eyes gleaming with anticipation. "That's right, little guy," he rumbled. "So, what do you say?
Ready to get this game started?" Kiernan asked, his blue eyes gleaming with competitive spirit.
Benji swallowed hard, trying to hide his nerves. "Yeah, sure. Let's do it."
With that, Arnold and Brown took up positions on either side of Benji, their massive bodies towering over him. The volleyball court seemed to shrink under their immense presence, leaving little room for Benji to move. Arnold flexed his massive biceps, his chest puffed up like a proud rooster. "Alright, little one. You're on my side now. Let's show these guys how it's done," he boomed, his deep voice echoing across the pool area.
Brown, meanwhile, stood on the other side of Benji, his massive body blocking out the sun. He clapped his hands together, his deep voice rumbling like thunder.
"Let's go!"
Benji gulped, his hands clammy as he held the volleyball. He knew he was outmatched, but he was determined to give it his best shot. He tossed the ball up in the air, ready to serve.
Kiernan, Charlie, and Pietro were on the other side of the net, their eyes focused on Benji. Pietro smirked, his dark eyes gleaming with challenge. "You're going to need more than just luck, little one," he taunted.
Benji ignored Pietro's taunt, his eyes fixed on the ball.
He took a deep breath and served, sending the ball soaring over the net. It was a good serve, right down the middle. Kiernan reacted quickly, his massive body leaping into the air as he spiked the ball back over the net. Arnold, with a roar, met the ball with his massive arms, slamming it back over with so much force that it sent a puff of sand into Benji's face. Benji coughed, waving his hand in front of his face to clear his vision. He could barely see the ball as it came back over the net, and it hit him square in the chest.
He stumbled backward, the wind knocked out of him, and the ball fell to the ground.
"Whoa, Benji, you okay?" Arnold asked, rushing over to him.
Benji nodded, trying to catch his breath. "Yeah, I'm fine. I just...I can't see the ball with you guys all over the place," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
Brown looked thoughtful and then turned to Arnold. "Maybe we should switch the teams around. It'll be more fair," he suggested.
Arnold looked like he was about to protest, but then he seemed to consider Brown's words and nodded.
"Yeah, you're right. Let's change it up a bit. Charlie, Pietro, come on over here," he called out, motioning for them to join their team.
Benji, determined to prove himself, managed to catch his breath and stood up straight. "No, let's give it one more try. I'm fine," he said, brushing the sand off his chest.
Pietro raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "You sure about that, little one? You're not built like us, you know. You'll tire out quick."
Benji met Pietro's gaze, his eyes flashing with a sudden burst of determination. "I said I'm fine. We'll play another round, and this time, we'll play fair."
Arnold chuckled, clapping Benji on the back.
"Alright, you heard the man. Let's play fair this time. And remember, little one, it's all about the strategy," he boomed, his deep voice filled with mischief.
Benji nodded, taking his position at the net, determined to prove himself. The ball was tossed into play, and the game resumed.
As the match heated up, Benji found himself struggling to keep up with the towering bachelors. Despite his best efforts, he was repeatedly overshadowed by their immense size and strength. At one point, Arnold and Pietro double-teamed him, their massive bodies blocking his path to the ball. Benji lunged, trying desperately to get a touch, but it was no use. The ball sailed over his head, and Arnold slammed it down with a triumphant roar.
Benji sighed in frustration, brushing the sand from his knees.
He was starting to feel like a ping-pong ball, constantly bouncing between the towering bachelors. But he refused to give up. He was determined to prove that he could hold his own in this game.
Suddenly, he felt a massive presence behind him. Before he could turn around, Brown stepped up, pressing his chest and crotch firmly against Benji's back and head. Benji let out a startled gasp, his body instantly pinned in place. Brown's hands reached out, trapping Benji between his massive biceps. He leaned down, his deep voice rumbling in Benji's ear. "You're doing great, little guy. But sometimes, you've just got to be a bit more aggressive. Here, let me show you." With that, Brown squeezed Benji tighter, his body heat enveloping the younger man.
Benji felt Brown's cock pressing against him, long and thick, a hard line against his back and ass. He gasped, feeling a shiver run through him at the unexpected contact. Brown chuckled, a low rumble in his chest. "Feel that, little guy?" he murmured, his voice a deep growl. "That's what it takes to win in this game. You've got to be bold, you've got to take charge." He shifted his hips slightly, grinding against Benji, demonstrating his point. Benji's heart pounded in his chest, his body responding to the intimate contact. He could feel his own cock stirring, growing hard against the rough fabric of his swim trunks. He turned his head slightly, looking up into Brown's dark eyes, his lips parting on a soft gasp. "Brown..." he started, his voice barely above a whisper.
Before he could finish his sentence, Brown's massive body stepped away from him, leaving Benji feeling suddenly cold and exposed. Benji took a deep breath and turned to face the net, determined to prove himself. He caught the ball as it came his way, his eyes scanning the court for an opening. But just as he was about to serve, he felt a sudden, immense shadow looming over him. Arnold, towering at least a foot over him, swooped in and snatched the ball right out of Benji's hands.
"Hey, I had that!" Benji protested, his cheeks flushing with frustration.
Arnold just grinned, his massive biceps flexing as he held the ball aloft. "All's fair in love and volleyball, little one," he boomed, his deep voice rumbling like thunder.
Benji stumbled, trying to catch his breath, his heart pounding in his chest like a drum. He had underestimated the sheer intensity of the game, and now he found himself struggling to keep up with the towering bachelors.
Arnold, oblivious to Benji's distress, served the ball with a powerful smash, sending it rocketing towards Pietro's side of the court. Pietro, quick as a striking cobra, leaped into the air and spiked the ball back over the net with a sharp cry. Brown, moving with surprising agility for his size, dived for the ball, his massive body skidding across the sand. The ball bounced off his chest and landed squarely in Benji's path.
Benji, still catching his breath, was slow to react. He lunged for the ball, but it was too late.
Pietro, seizing the opportunity, charged towards Benji, his massive body barreling down on the younger man. Benji braced himself, knowing that he wouldn't be able to stop the Spaniard's momentum.
Pietro crashed into him, sending them both tumbling to the ground. Benji landed hard, the air knocked out of his lungs. He struggled to breathe, his vision swimming as he tried to make sense of what had just happened.
"Benji! Are you okay?" Arnold's deep voice cut through the haze, his massive form looming over Benji.
Benji managed to nod, though it felt like his head was spinning.
"Yeah, I think we should switch teams," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. Arnold scooped him up effortlessly, his massive arms cradling Benji like he was a child. "You're right, little one. Let's switch it up," he agreed, his deep voice rumbling with concern. He carried Benji over to Charlie, who looked up at them with wide, worried eyes. "Here you go, mate. You can have Benji on your team," Arnold said, carefully placing Benji in Charlie's arms. Charlie caught Benji with ease, his strong arms wrapping around him protectively. "You okay, little guy?" he asked, his deep voice filled with genuine concern. Benji nodded, taking a deep breath to calm his racing heart. Just...just need a moment," he said, his voice hoarse from the impact.
Charlie, although tall at 6'2, still felt minuscule compared to the other bachelors. But Benji found his stature less intimidating, and as Charlie looked down at him, he couldn't help but feel a sense of protectiveness towards the younger man. He cradled Benji closer, his strong arms wrapping around him like a shield. "Take your time, little guy. I've got you," he murmured, his deep voice soothing and reassuring. Arnold, sensing the change in dynamics, nodded in approval. "Good call, mate. Benji needs someone to look out for him in this game," he said, his massive frame stepping back to give them some space. Charlie looked up at Arnold, a grateful smile on his face. "Thanks, Arnold. I've got this," he said, his voice firm and determined.
With a gentle squeeze, he set Benji down on his feet, steeling himself for the match ahead. Benji took a deep breath, his heart pounding with a mix of nerves and excitement. He looked over at Brown and Kiernan, their massive bodies towering over him and Charlie like giants. Charlie, sensing his unease, placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry, little guy. We'll make a great team," he said, his voice filled with confidence. Benji managed a small smile, trying to mirror Charlie's optimism.
As the match began, it became clear that Charlie and Benji were no match for the towering bachelors. Brown and Kiernan moved with a fearsome synergy, their massive bodies working in perfect harmony. They swatted the ball back and forth with ease, their spikes sending it rocketing across the court.
Benji and Charlie, despite their best efforts, were barely able to touch it, let alone return it over the net. Brown and Kiernan seemed to be everywhere at once, their massive bodies blocking Benji and Charlie's every move. They laughed and taunted each other, their competitive spirits fueling their every play. Benji, however, was struggling. His lungs burned with every breath, and his legs felt like lead weights, intensifying as the game progressed. He couldn't keep up with the relentless pace, and soon he found himself lagging behind, gasping for air as the others continued to play effortlessly.
"Benji, you okay?" Charlie asked, pausing mid-game to check on him. Benji nodded, leaning over to catch his breath. "Yeah, just... just give me a sec," he gasped, his chest heaving.
Charlie nodded, his green eyes scanning the court as he thought. "You know what, Benji? I think I've got an idea," he said, a mischievous glint in his eye. He leaned in closer, lowering his voice so that only Benji could hear. "Pull down your pants and reveal your ass to the other team. They'll be so distracted, we'll have a clear shot to score." Benji's eyes widened in shock, his cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and disbelief. "What? Charlie, I can't just—!" he protested, his voice barely above a whisper. Charlie clapped him on the shoulder, a reassuring smile on his face. "Come on, little guy. It's just a bit of fun, and it'll give us the advantage.
Trust me," Charlie insisted, a playful grin on his face. Benji hesitated for a moment, his cheeks flushing at the thought of exposing himself to the other bachelors. But Charlie's enthusiastic expression and the prospect of gaining an advantage in the game were too tempting to resist. "Fine," he agreed eventually, his voice barely above a whisper. "But only if you promise to look away when I do it." Charlie laughed, his green eyes twinkling with mischief. "You drive a hard bargain, little guy. Deal," he said, extending a hand for Benji to shake. Benji hesitated for a moment before taking Charlie's hand and shaking it firmly. A sudden burst of laughter from the other side of the net caught his attention, and he turned to see the score: 14 to 0.
They were almost at the winning point. Benji groaned inwardly, his heart sinking. He knew they were outmatched, but he had hoped they could at least put up a fight.
Charlie, picking up on his dismay, gave him a reassuring squeeze. We'll get a point even if it’s just one. Trust me." He winked, a playful glint in his eye. Benji smiled weakly, taking a deep breath to steady his nerves.
The next serve came, and Benji braced himself. This time, he managed to get a touch on the ball, sending it back over the net.
Brown and Kiernan were there to meet it, their massive bodies blocking Benji's path. But before they could spike the ball, Benji saw his chance. He dashed towards the net, his heart pounding in his chest. He could hear Charlie shouting encouragement from behind him, his voice blending with the sounds of the game.
"Come on, little guy! You can do it!"
Charlie shouted, his voice ringing with determination. Benji took a deep breath, steeling himself for what he was about to do. With a swift motion, he pulled down his swim trunks, revealing his toned ass to the other team. The sudden exposure sent a shiver of embarrassment and excitement coursing through him.
The reaction from the other side of the net was immediate. Brown and Kiernan, mid-play, glanced over and froze, their eyes widening in surprise. Pietro, ever the blunt one, let out a low whistle, his dark eyes taking in the sight. "Well, well, well. Look what we have here," he drawled, a smirk playing on his lips. Arnold, however, was not amused. His massive brow furrowed as he turned to face Benji, his deep voice booming across the court.
"What the hell are you doing, little one?" Arnold demanded, his expression stern. Before Benji could respond, Charlie seized the moment. He sprinted towards the net, his lean body moving with surprising agility. Benji, still exposed, tried to pull up his trunks while keeping his eyes on the ball. He barely registered the sudden movement from Charlie's side as his teammate leaped into the air, his muscular body stretched taut as he spiked the ball with all his might. The ball flew through the air, sailing past Brown and Kiernan, who were still staring open-mouthed at Benji. It slammed into the sand just beyond their reach, leaving a small crater. Arnold turned to face Charlie, his expression thunderous. "That's cheating, you bastard!" he growled, his deep voice echoing across the court.
In that moment, Benji, fueled by adrenaline and the thrill of the unexpected victory, didn't have time to think. He simply reacted. With a sudden burst of speed, he rushed towards Charlie, his heart pounding in his chest. He leaped, his legs kicking up sand as he soared through the air, his ass still exposed, his swim trunks hanging low on his hips. He landed with a thud, his arms and legs wrapping around Charlie in a tight embrace, his face buried in the taller man's neck.
Charlie, taken aback by Benji's sudden and enthusiastic reaction, stumbled, his eyes widening in surprise. What the...?" he exclaimed, his voice filled with a mix of shock and amusement.
"Well, that's certainly a way to celebrate a point, little guy," he chuckled, pulling Benji even closer, his strong arms wrapping around the younger man's waist. Benji, realizing the implication of his actions, felt his cheeks flush with a new wave of embarrassment. He quickly tried to disentangle himself from Charlie's embrace, his heart pounding in his chest. "I-I'm sorry, Charlie. I didn't mean to—I just got caught up in the moment," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. Charlie, still chuckling, loosened his grip but didn't let go entirely. "No harm done, little guy. I mean, it's not every day I get to see a gorgeous guy like you celebrate a point like that," he teased, his green eyes twinkling with mischief.
With that, he gave Benji's ass a playful slap, sending a jolt of surprise and excitement through the younger man. "Come on, you can't blame me for enjoying the view," Charlie added with a chuckle. Benji, despite his initial shock, couldn't help but laugh at Charlie's antics. He felt a warmth spread through him, not just from the physical contact, but from the sense of camaraderie and playfulness that Charlie brought out in him.
As they stood there, their laughter echoing across the court, they became aware of the sudden silence from the other side of the net. The other bachelors were staring at them, their expressions ranging from amusement to disbelief. Brown was the first to break the silence, his deep voice booming across the court.
Looks like our little game just took a turn for the interesting, didn't it, boys?" His eyes flicked to Arnold and Pietro, who were both sporting noticeable bulges in their swim trunks. Benji's gaze followed suit, and he felt his cheeks flush a deeper shade of red as he noticed the other bachelors' reaction to Charlie's and his little stunt. He quickly looked away, his heart pounding in his chest as he tried to regain his composure.
Charlie, however, seemed unfazed by the situation. He simply grinned at the other bachelors, his green eyes sparkling with amusement. "You know, I've always said that a little bit of friendly competition can bring out the best in people," he said, his voice laced with innuendo. Arnold snorted, his massive chest heaving with laughter.
"Friendly competition, my ass. You two just cheated your way to a point."
Pietro grinned, his dark eyes landing on Benji. "But I must say, little one, that was quite an... interesting strategy. Perhaps we should make a rule about that in the future."
Benji's cheeks burned with embarrassment, but he managed to find his voice. "Look, I'm sorry if you guys feel cheated. It was just a spur-of-the-moment thing."
Kiernan shrugged, his blue eyes twinkling with amusement. "No harm, no foul. We were having fun, and so were you two.
Now let's finish this," Brown growled, his massive cock straining against his swim trunks. Kiernan, standing beside him, nodded in agreement, his long, thick cock flexing beneath the thin fabric. "Yeah, let's get this over with," he said, his deep voice filled with a newfound determination. Across the net, Arnold and Pietro were in a similar state. Arnold's massive, veiny cock was pressed against his trunks, and Pietro's thick, meaty one was barely contained by his jockstrap. "Alright, let's do this," Pietro said, his dark eyes gleaming with competitive fire. Arnold nodded, his massive biceps flexing as he prepared to serve the ball.
The game resumed, and it was clear that the dynamics had shifted. The other bachelors were now playing to win, their massive bodies moving with a newfound intensity.
Brown and Kiernan were working together seamlessly, their massive bodies covering every inch of the court. They were clearly no longer just playing for fun, but for something much more serious: their chance to claim Benji for the night. Arnold and Pietro, on the other side of the net, were doing the same, their eyes never leaving Benji as they moved with a fierce determination.
"What's going on, guys?" Benji asked, his eyes darting between the two teams, his heart pounding in his chest. "Why are you all playing so seriously now?" He had thought they were just having fun, but now he realized that something had changed. The air was thick with tension, and the other bachelors were barely acknowledging him aside from the occasional glance filled with hunger.
Charlie, sensing Benji's unease, stepped in closer, his voice low and reassuring.
"Hey, little guy, it's okay. They're just playing the game now. That's all." He wrapped an arm around Benji's shoulders, pulling him close in a comforting embrace. Benji leaned into him, his heart pounding in his chest as he watched the other bachelors play with renewed intensity. He remembered the bet they had made earlier, the wager that the winner would get to spend the night with him, and he felt a fresh wave of embarrassment wash over him. His cheeks burned with heat, and he buried his face in Charlie's chest, trying to hide his blush. Charlie chuckled softly, his hand rubbing soothing circles on Benji's back. "Don't worry about them, little guy. They're just playing to win now. It's part of the game." Benji nodded, his voice muffled by Charlie's chest.
He peeked over Charlie's shoulder, his eyes following the ball as it arced through the air. Suddenly, everything seemed to slow down as Brown stepped forward, his massive body coiling like a spring ready to unleash. He served the ball, his powerful arm swinging in a fluid motion as he hit it hard, sending it rocketing across the court. The ball flew straight towards Benji and Charlie, the force behind it palpable. Benji gasped, his eyes widening as he realized there was no way they could return it in time. He braced himself, preparing for the impact. But Charlie, reacting on instinct, pushed Benji roughly out of the way, his body absorbing the blow instead. The ball hit him squarely in the chest, the force of it sending him stumbling back several steps. The other bachelors erupted into cheers and jeers, the sound echoing across the court.
Charlie doubled over, coughing and gasping for breath. Benji rushed to his side, his heart pounding with concern. "Charlie, are you okay?" he asked, his voice filled with worry. Charlie nodded, trying to catch his breath. Just caught me off guard, that's all," he rasped, his voice hoarse.
Suddenly, a shadow loomed over them, and Benji looked up to see Kiernan towering above him. The man’s blue eyes were stormy, and his deep voice was laced with concern. "You alright?" he asked, his voice rough with emotion.
"I'm fine, I promise. Just...just a little winded," he managed to say before turning to Kiernan. "Here, you can have the ball. I need a sec to catch my breath," he said, handing the ball to the towering American with a friendly smile. Before Kiernan could respond, Charlie turned to Benji. "You stay here, little guy. I'll be right back," he said, giving Benji a reassuring pat on the shoulder before walking away. Benji watched him go, his heart pounding in his chest as he took in Charlie's words.
Kiernan, now holding the ball, looked down at Benji with a concerned expression. "You sure he's okay?" he asked, his deep voice filled with genuine worry.
Benji nodded, relief washing over him. "He'll be fine. He just needs a minute to catch his breath," he reassured. Kiernan nodded, but his expression remained troubled. "Alright, little one. Take care of him." Before Benji could respond, a sudden cheer erupted from the other side of the net. He turned to see Brown and Kiernan high-fiving, their massive bodies towering over the sand. They had won. The game was over. Benji felt a pang of disappointment, knowing that his mouth would be comforting anyone but Charlie. But there was no time to dwell on that. Charlie needed him. He turned to Kiernan, a small smile on his face. "Congratulations," he said, his voice sincere. Kiernan returned the smile, his blue eyes softening. "Thanks.
We'll see who wins next time," Benji said, a playful spark in his eyes as he stepped towards Kiernan. He reached up, his fingers brushing against Kiernan's stubble-covered jaw, and pressed a soft, tender kiss to his lips. Before Kiernan could react, Benji spun around and did the same to Brown, his lips lingering for a moment before he pulled away. With a playful grin, he turned and darted off towards the shoreline, leaving the stunned bachelors in his wake.
Kiernan and Brown exchanged bewildered glances, their massive chests heaving with shock and disbelief. "What... what just happened?" Kiernan stammered, his blue eyes wide with astonishment. Brown, for once, was left speechless, his massive brow furrowed in confusion.
"I... I didn't see that coming," he admitted, his deep voice rumbling with surprise.
Kiernan, however, seemed to shake off the shock quicker. He let out a low chuckle, his blue eyes gleaming with amusement. It looks like our little Benji has been holding out on us," he said, his voice tinged with appreciation.
Arnold, always the observant one, let out a low whistle. "That was one hell of a kiss, little one.